Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.